Too late for pancakes?

Mmmmmm. Ice cream. Is it sad that these simple luxuries make my day. So what if it is. It's my day. No-one else's. And it's 11 'o' clock and I'm eating pancakes. Too late for pancakes? Never. Too late for ice cream? Never. Too late for toast? Never. Too late for coffee? Maybe. I have 2 pancakes left for tomorrow. I make good pancakes. Not the small fat ones. The crepe like ones. Yummmmm. I am young. I am tired yet wide awake. (Because of the coffee. Stupid really. Should buy decaf next time.) I feel sick. I have to get up at 9 tomorrow and it's now 10 past 1. Yoga. Not right now. Pancakes. Sounds good. Ice cream. Do I have to say more?